CITY

Constantly dressed in modern dresses,

taking yesterday as a very old hag,

I am destined to pull on

among the latest waves of style.

It has been long, long since

I have

left my friendship behind in the village

and come here.

Ages past

I feel this day

on the smiles of my lips

the lipstick of sham

painted bright.

There is motion but colourless is life.

In this lane of din

set up abolishing solitude,

I have built a wall of enigma

around my own house

against the pure affection of friendship:

‘Entrance Prohibited’

I have painted

on my door.

Mohan Thakuri